The Wellerman's Tale || MHA PIRATES AU ||

Prologue

The sky is clear, the seagulls are singing, the wind is blowing and the people in the wharf keep talking and shopping in the markets nearby. It's a normal summer day, in the village of Otakou, New Zealand. Boats never stop coming with new merchandise, and merchants never stop travelling weeks-long trips to visit the Maori people. You see, in the late nineteenth century, this is not so common. Until one day, like in every interesting tale, something happened. Something, that the one and only is able to tell us about. A skeletal, wrinkled, short old man, with such a weird hairstyle, is sitting on his usual spot, his feet touching the salty water of the Pacific Ocean, and his blue eyes stuck on the horizon. He would do this every morning, waiting for someone to come back from a mission. At least, that's what the rumours said. It was not a complete lie though, but the background behind that was much deeper than the sea itself. This man, was always calm, and smiling, he liked to initiate conversations with young sailors, and today, he won't do nothing different

"Sir! Sir!" Four little children come running towards him, making the wooden planks below them sound like they could break in any moment, but our protagonist is used to it, so he just turns around slowly, greeting the kids with a soft smile

"Hey there! My my, how many youth around me all of a sudden! Why do I have the pleasure, if I may ask?" Three of the little group look to one girl with a dress and two pigtails, who gulps and takes a step forward

"Are- are you Toshinori Weller?" It takes him by surprise that a -probably seven or eight years old- child knew his name, but that doesn't stop him from nodding and incorporating completely, so he would face the children correctly

"Yes. That's me" he is responded with gasps and sparkly eyes, until a boy with dark hair, still younger than the other girl, speaks

"Sir, you're one of the four mythic Wellerman?! The four siblings that saved an uncontable number of sailors?!" It was rare that the new generation knew his identity. It has been a while since someone has called him by that, or even describes him as some kind of hero, so the endearing words of the guy makes Toshinori laugh

"I wouldn't say it like that! My siblings and I only did what we had to. Our family's past was... Difficult. And we had to do our best to change it"

"So, so what did you do sir?!" The other girl with a beautiful platinum hair, asks, looking the adult with her big red eyes

"It's a long story! You would fell asleep if I told you!" He waves his hands, chuckling a bit for the enthusiasm this cour has.

"We have time! Please mr Wellerman! We want to hear it!" And this is the youngest of the four that begs, putting his palms together, and the rest copy him.

"Please, the formalities are unnecessary. You can call me Toshi. And, I have to say it's a reaaally long story. So kids, I suggest you to sit down with me" it's scary how fast they follow the order, but that only makes our first Wellerman more excited "and listen to the most thrilling sea adventure ever existed"

"Woaaah guys we're really going to listen to the Wellerman's tale!"

"You're wrong little girl" he corrects her, and the four kiddos tilt their heads in confusion "this story is not just about me and the old Wellerman. This story speaks about and ending, and a new beginning for that name" as he sees no reaction in tis audience, he shrugs and closes his eyes "but I don't know if you're interested in listening to an old man like me talking about-"

"YES WE DO!" They all say in unison

"We want to know what happened!"

"My mom says you fought pirates!"

"And that you've killed scary marine creatures!"

"I've heard that one ate one of your brothers!"